Hanging in a leaden sky Gulls, in tight formation, fly. Heavy snow's cascading flare Sodium sharpness filling air.
Heaving waves carousing fen Ocean's scent, aloft.. .and then The skiff with oarsman pulling tight Materializing from the night
Braving, now, a heavy sea Puffing pipe, irreverently. Oblivious of mounting gale Abandons oar to set a sail
Skimming sharp to gravel beach Shrugs aside hazards reach. Wading into pounding foam Smiling thought of ***, at home.
M@Foxglove.Taranaki.NZ
Not trying to one up you, fellow mariner....I felt I should tell you of the other old salt doing his thing, just around the corner in the next stormy quay. Inspired by Anais Vionet's beautiful rendition of maritime drama: "Harbor Snow".